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Millennia
has passed since
the last time

we met.
In those thousands
of years, our world

has shifted through
immeasurable changes.
Do I remember

the sound of your voice?
How does your face
glow when you smile?

Do you still wear
that coat,
the one that

makes you resemble
a Soviet revolutionary?
Millennia

has passed since
we last drank together.
In those thousands

of years, our tastes
have changed.
Do you now take

your coffee black?
How many shots of
tequila can you handle

before you fall around,
laughing in a gleeful stupor?
Did your bubble tea

order change?
Millennia
has passed since

we were able to embrace.
In those thousands
of years, a hug

has become a threat.
A handshake is
now contraband,

and a kiss
carries with it
a death sentence.

Are you safe?
Are you lonely?
Do you miss me

as much as I miss you?
Millennia
has passed

since friends, family, lovers
were allowed to simply be.
In those thousands

of years, our compromises
have done good to others,
but left ourselves empty.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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